Early the next morning, Ethan found Hank.

Hank has also heard about last night's incident, and this case of the murder of the witness is now the most high-profile due to the particularity of the victim.

If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't available last night, he should have been there.

After some communication, the two drove to the Chicago Center Prison together and went directly to the warden's office.

"Riggs."

As soon as he walked into the office, Hank laughed and shook his arms with an old white man in a suit and full of silver hair: "Last week's game was very exciting, why didn't you come?" ”

"No way."

The warden named Riggs returned to his seat and sat down, spread his hands and said:

"My grandson plays football at school, and you think I'd like to see a bunch of kids running around on the lawn?"

The two exchanged a few words, and Hank introduced Ethan to the warden.

After some tossing, this is the intention.

The reason why he went directly to the warden was to use his power to bring Tucker to a suitable place to talk.

Or rather, it's a hands-on place.

In the face of that kind of person, it is estimated that there is no news without a little means.

Of course, the main thing is to scam out of something.

Hearing that a ten-year-old girl had been shot dead, the prison warden was full of promises, and the elderly people were particularly touched by these things.

He told the two of them to wait in the office first, and walked out of the room by himself.

"Hey."

Waiting for the old man to leave, Ethan bit his cigarette and looked at Hank: "You know so many people in the surrounding prisons, why was it so badly cleaned up at that time?" ”

"You're a jerk."

Every time he came to prison, this guy had to mention his black history.

Hank rolled his eyes and explained angrily, "Even if you know someone, so what, you can't arrange a twenty-four-hour care for me." ”

"If you do that, you'll only get more ferocious revenge."

Also, Ethan shrugged.

There are a lot of people in the prison who have been imprisoned for life, and these people have no worries.

It's not impossible to arrange a separate room for Hank so that he doesn't go out, but what is the difference between that and confinement.

The two discussed countermeasures again, and then quieted down.

The clock ticked by minute by second, and soon half an hour passed, and Hank looked at his watch impatiently.

With the prison director out of the horse, how can it be so slow.

After a few more minutes, the footsteps finally sounded, and the two quickly stood up and looked out the door.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

The warden shrugged his shoulders and introduced the man behind him: "This is a special agent from the Tobacco Firearms Administration. ”

Hearing about the Tobacco Gun Administration, Ethan suddenly felt bad.

Tucker was in prison for what he knew very well, it was a federal felony, and now a special agent from the Tobacco and Firearms Administration had come out, and it seemed that their plan was in trouble.

The black suit shook hands with the two of them, and said with a smile:

"I heard you want to see Tucker."

"We've been trying to get Tucker to tell him about the arms supplier behind it, why are you here?"

Hank frowned, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I didn't expect him to be so popular."

"We came to him because we suspected that Tucker had murdered a 10-year-old girl."

"So what?" The black suit shrugged his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "Just when he was finally going to cooperate with us, you wanted to run out and alarm him, so that we would waste all our efforts?" ”

"I'm sorry, don't even think about it."

The warden, who sat behind his desk, touched his chin and tried to find a middle:

"Actually, what Boyt had in mind was."

"What I mean is very clear." The black suit unceremoniously interrupted the warden's words, and said with the corners of his mouth crooked:

"I said, Tucker, you can't touch it."

"I can't let you have access to him, and anything that makes that guy change his mind can't happen."

"If you dare to touch him, you are hindering the ATF's case."

When he speaks, he speaks in a tone that cannot be denied.

There is still a playful smile on his face.

"Hey."

Ethan took a deep puff of his cigarette and sprayed a puff of white mist into the face of the black suit: "Put away your damn smiling face, or I'll punch him." ”

"The Chicago Police Department is not your subordinate department, what kind of attitude do you have?"

"Ahem, ahem."

The black suit was caught off guard and choked on a few puffs of cigarettes.

He widened his eyes and was about to get angry, only to find two pairs of cold eyes staring at him.

I have a hunch that these two Chicago slivers in front of me really dare to beat people.

"No politeness at all."

The black suit took a deep breath, put away the smile on his face and looked at the warden: "My words have been made clear, no other law enforcement agencies will be allowed to approach Tucker. ”

He looked at Ethan, angry and walked away.

"This is such a rude fellow."

The white-haired warden shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Boyt, I'm very sorry, I can't help your request. ”

"Still."

He looked at Ethan and gave a thumbs up, "I like what you just did." ”

"If you want me to say, you are a real gentleman."

"Thank you."

Ethan snuffed out the cigarette butt on the ashtray and shook his head.

Taking advantage of the tongue has no effect.

It's still impossible for them to bypass the Tobacco and Gun Administration to hack Tucker, and now that it's been exposed, the other party will definitely target Tucker to death.

The trip to prison ended hastily.

The two returned to the police station, and Hank was not in a hurry to leave, and he still had to keep a high level of attention to this case as the chief of operations.

So, let's go back to BFIPU together.

There wasn't much of anyone up there, just Atwater and Nadia.

Seeing them walk into the office, Atwater immediately followed: "How's it going, is there any good news?" ”

"Nope."

Ethan shook his head and returned to his seat: "Turk has been targeted by the federal department. ”

"So, we didn't have a chance to talk to him."

"Damn it."

Hearing this, Atwater flicked his fist in annoyance.

"You can get busy."

Ethan took a sip of the coffee that had cooled, shrugged his shoulders and said, "In this situation, we can only find a way to find the gunman as soon as possible." ”

Hank, on the side, sat down in a chair.

He opened the case file on the table and learned about the case.

"I have an idea."

Atwater didn't leave, he rolled his eyes and looked at Ethan excitedly: "We can't be passive looking, we have to take the initiative." ”

"You say."

Ethan put down his glass: "I'm listening." ”

It's not that I haven't thought about taking the initiative, but that needs to be a goal.

Now that Atwater has an idea, it might as well listen to it.

"Get me in."

Atwater clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said, "Let me go undercover to prison, and I'll approach Tucker and find a way to get out of his words about buying murder." ”

"Since we are following the normal process, we can't get in touch with Tucker."

"Well, let's try it out of the normal way."

"Huh?"

Ethan blinked and looked at Atwater.

Are young people so brave now?

Trick, it's a clever trick, but the risk is inevitably too great.

"Nope."

Sure enough, Hank categorically vetoed: "You're joking with your own life, and it's not like this to solve the case." ”

What kind of place is that, prison!

Hank knows this very well, the kind of place where he can't even sleep well, he doesn't want to experience it a second time, and he doesn't want his people to experience it.

If an undercover police officer reveals his identity inside, he can be in danger at any time.

At the very least, I will also get a serious injury back.

"Listen, that's my neighborhood." Atwater looked at Hank excitedly, "Do you remember a phrase you often say?" Chicago is our city, and outsiders are not allowed to wreak havoc. ”

"My heart is not that big."

He spread his hands and said in a trembling voice, "For me, it's only my neighborhood, and I don't want to see anyone wreaking havoc there." ”

"Maya, that little girl."

Atwater looked at Ethan and swallowed, "It's as big as my sister, and my heart broke last night as if I saw my sister lying in a pool of blood." ”

"Look me in the eye."

He turned his head to look at Hank again, and said quickly, "Do you see my determination?" ”

"I'm not afraid of danger, I'm not afraid."

"Service, dedication, and dedication to the community, isn't that why you recruited me to BFIP?"

"Unless you tell me it's not a good idea."

Unexpectedly, Atwater actually said such a big thing, which made Ethan have a new understanding of him.

This guy has his own persistence.

Hank stared into Atwater's eyes, and there was nothing but determination and enthusiasm in them.

"Let me do it!"

Atwater said unusually seriously to Hank.

He looked at Ethan again, with a hint of supplication.

"Officer Atwater."

Hank's hoarse voice rang out, "Please go out and close the door by the way." ”

In Atwater's disappointment, Hank continued, "I need to discuss this matter with your sheriff, you go out and wait for news." ”

"Okay."

The big black man scratched his head and walked out excitedly, carefully closing the door at the same time.

Through the blinds, he was seen rubbing his palms back to his seat.

"What do you think?"

Hank turned around and lit a cigarette: "Undercover approach, can it be effective?" ”

"It's risky, but it's worth trying." Ethan took a cigarette and slammed the filter down against the tabletop:

"Atwater has always lived over there, and he's familiar with the surrounding situation."

"He should, not show his stuff."

Seeing that the tobacco inside was hit tightly, Ethan pinched a small section of cigarette paper that was vacated:

"He's the right guy to get close to Tucker."

"Finding the gunman is secondary."

He burned cigarette paper with a lighter, spewing out white mist: "The main thing is that we need to implement the crime of buying homicide, so that those people get the punishment they deserve." ”

Inside the office, smoke fills the air.

Both of them are weighing the pros and cons, and this kind of undercover mission is really a bit dangerous.

The main thing is that there is no help.

"I don't agree."

Hank slowly exhaled smoke, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "Unless, you go too." ”

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

Inside the sheriff's office, a violent cough sounded.

This movement made Atwater and Nadia both quickly raise their heads to look in, especially Atwater, whose ass was like sitting on a nail, fidgeting.

The coughing sound quickly stopped.

Ethan grabbed his cup and took a long sip of coffee, pressing down on his itchy throat.

"Why?"

Putting down the cup, he spread his hands to Hank: "Is it because I'm more handsome?" ”

"This is not the time for jokes." Hank looked at the ceiling and slowly exhaled the smoke: "I thought about it for a moment, for safety, but also to avoid those guys from the Tobacco and Gun Administration." ”

"I need you in."

"Atwater's idea is good."

"But in that case, we can't let anyone know about the undercover operation, except for the prison warden, including the prison guards."

"So."

Hank stared at Ethan and said with a smile: "This is to ensure his safety, not because you are more handsome, but mainly because you are hard." ”

Ethan rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"You'd better say fists."

The case file on the table was spread out by Hank, and the photo of the little girl last night was sandwiched on top.

Sweet-looking and very cute.

Unfortunately, I will never see the sun this morning again.

The empty eyes seemed to be staring at themselves, and the pool of blood underneath was particularly dazzling.

Ethan gritted his teeth, those guys could do something to a little girl like this.

It can only be described in one word, brute.

In order to avenge her, he can only break into this Chicago Central Prison.

"Wait until they get back."

He scratched his cheek and said helplessly, "Let's see if there are any new discoveries first." ”

Whether there are new discoveries or not, in fact, does not affect this matter.

In the final analysis, they had to find out in Tucker's mouth whether Grant was involved, or even if they caught the gunman and succeeded in getting him to speak, there was a high probability that it would only be pointed to Tucker's head.

By the afternoon, the crowd had returned.

They had a brief meeting and communicated with each other, but nothing came of it.

A few neighborhoods of people, none of them were willing to come forward.

Seeing this, Ethan could only nod to Hank, who immediately took out his mobile phone and got up and walked to the pantry balcony.

Say a thousand, say ten thousand.

In the end, this plan requires the cooperation of the prison warden.

Noticing the two of them, Atwater clenched his fists excitedly and looked hopefully at the balcony location.

"Atwater, Antonio."

A few minutes later, Hank returned from the balcony, pointed at the two men, waved to Ethan, and walked towards the office.

Under the puzzled gazes of the others, they followed one after another.

"Bump."

The door, closed tightly.

"Come to think of it, your plan is good."

Hank sat down on his desk and looked at Atwater, "I just spoke on the phone with Chicago Central Jail, and the warden agreed to help us arrange it. ”

"But he has one condition."

"You have to be careful, if his identity is revealed, he will immediately terminate the operation."

(End of chapter)